Tagged: Noir

Provocateur

139_2015Provocateur. Femme fatale. Exotic temptress.

She will entice you with her sin and sensuality, lure you into her velvet decadence, arouse the noir goddess that sighs hotly in your depths.

She will take you by the hand and caress your softness, run her lips along your skin and bare your strength. She will leave you aching and glistening, trembling and breathless with need, anticipation, a passion and a darkness that takes you, body and soul, to the very carnal edge.

She will deliver all you can dream and imagine, all you dare to crave, all time and splendour, love and lust and nurture, 365 wondrous nights and days.

~o~

Wishing you all a blissful, prosperous and seductively provocative 2015

~Minx x

Pathways

135_PathwaysWatching the rays of fading light on my glistening body, I see only pathways made for your palms and fingers, I see only the silhouette that belongs in the grip of your strong hands, the sensual trail yearning for your kiss, your prints, your markings, the scarlet violence dripping, crying, begging for your groans, your thrusts, your ravenous cock, our carnal devastation.

Cinq

134_CinqMove in close
Press your pulse to my lips
Feel the heat of my whispers
The five sighs of this pleasure

~o~

To my readers, friends and muses, my sincerest and heartfelt thanks and gratitude for your unerring support, your glittering inspiration, your communion with the words and imagery,
for the glorious gifts you continually bestow upon me.

Thank you all for a truly unforgettable five years.

~Minx x

In the Gloaming

130_In the GloamingFuck.

The growled utterance shatters resolutely the silence.

These four little letters, this singular word is all I need to sense the force of his desire, the complex ways in which I tempt him, here and now in the gloaming, dressed in nothing more than nylon and pearls and the heat of my own maddening craving, the pulsating ache between my fair thighs, the sex scarlet and sodden crying out for his mouth to kiss me soft and deep and long, for his tongue to enslave me, to drink down this sweet, fragrant nectar, for his thick, hard flesh to fill me, unleash me, tame me, possess and fuck my tight honeyed cunt with a sensual measure that leaves my entire body trembling and these lips whispering their hunger for more.

The Lure of (His) Darkness

127_The Lure of His DarknessHe told me I wouldn’t want his dark side.

The ravenous, rapacious man. The intensely driven one. The jealous, covetous him.

He’s never been more wrong.

For what he doesn’t fathom, the very thing he refuses to believe, is that I ache for just such a man, hunger like the starved always for him, for the man who cannot bear to share me with another, who craves to possess all I am as woman for himself alone, who needs to overwhelm in turn each one of my senses, who desires nothing more than my body and soul unravelled by his decadent dominance, bewitched by the lightness of his touch, who gazes deep into my clear eyes and recognises a kindred darkness, the one fearless in the face of the carnal cravings screaming silently beneath, the one who anoints me as his queen and lover, his cock whore and beloved with his fiery seed in my cunt and womb, with his name penned in our come on my lily-white skin, with the voracious tongue raked along my sodden cleft, with the thick hard flesh of the beast claiming, fucking, ruining for all others the desire and succulence of my sex.

The Alchemy of Desire

123_The Alchemy of DesireHere and now, I know not the whys or wherefores. I know little reason or this mind’s sense.

I know only with this desiring body, the alchemical connection that continues to torment, that binds me to you like addict to obsession, to the masculine potency of your flesh, that stirs me as the day is dawning, that colours the light as if the darkness about to descend, that whispers to the craving skin of my feminine sensuality, to the wild and uncontrollable, to the depths of this lustful decadence, that moans along the arch of my form, the tips of the fingers reaching out to caress, to the cunt etched with your name and dripping our passion’s indelible scent.

Beguiling Curiosity

119_Beguiling CuriosityThe days. The months. The years.

The lure. The intimacy. The torment.

The glimpse of this beguiling curiosity.

The moments burned deep into your flesh. The echo of that voice. The taste of the words. The mouth aching to savour the softness of that skin. The fire, that kiss. The intensity your body and soul refuse to forget. The racing heartbeat as your caress worships each line, curve and hollow. The glistening sin that flows and screams between your legs not merely from craving but also from need. The whimpers and moans as you fuck and make love and come shivering together until you fear for nothing, until you pray for sweet annihilation. The one who rushes back, who possesses your desire as the velvet darkness sets in, as the innocence of day shines bright.

The man and his inexplicable singularity. The ideal given life.

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